Love You Or Hate You, I Can't Decide, Book2
“I am not her”

Episode-63 "I am not her"

Celeste's POV:

The maid helped to walk to the hall, my leg

hurts and I am worried about my own self, what is going to happen to me?... I saw Mr. Davis, I was happy... he is a good man he can help me right... I went to him and sad, "Mr. Davis.. pl-" before I could say anything, he said, "just be

what he wants... it's better for all of us.." I was shocked... all of them are

together in this.. what about me?

After 3 hours,

the stylist is still doing something to my hairs.. I don't know what is

happening I was asked to sit and I had no courage to do anything.... after few

more minutes, Prince Ernest's walks in, the stylist said, "it's done sir.." he

looked at me and was staring at me for few broad minutes.. something is wrong..

why is the stylist here.. what they did to my hair... maybe dyed and cut my hairs.. a large

amount of hairs.. but why is all

this?... I don't know anything and this is scaring me..

Prince Ernest said,

"its good.. you can leave..", his presence is really strong like he owns the

power... they left.. Mr. Davis walked out of the room too.. what happened?... but

whatever it is he looks satisfied...

Prince walked to me

and I moved back in fear, but he pulled me close and placed his hand on my cheek, he said, "exactly like... my Isabella... you are completely my Isabella.." I was frozen, I looked at him in confusion....

He scoffed,

"confused?" he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room, my leg hurts, I yelled.. he looked at me as I was about to fall. He immediately pulled me on his shoulder, I am confused and scared, I feel tears forming.. what is he going

to do to me?

He went to one of

the room and made me stand and said, "turn.." I was confused as my eyes are filled with tears.. he warned, "turn..." I slowly turned to mirror... and I covered my mouth in shock.. tears roll

down, I couldn't even recognize myself

in the mirror... they.. they cut my hairs up to my shoulder, I have curtain bangs now.. even my blond hairs are dyed to dark brown... I look like her, I look like Isabella... he turned me into her... I cried as I whispered, "this.. this is not... not me... this is not me..." I saw him smirk through the mirror... he did this to me, he is really turning me into Isabella...

I sat on the

floor as I cried, "I am not her... I am Celeste....." I covered my face with my hand as I cried in

my own misery... do I have to really live as her.. someone I am not... I am Celeste

Millar.. it is horrible when you lose your own identity... and I am witnessing

this... I feel helpless.... That happened

to my life